It's getting close, to winter and in
most places, cooler air starts to
ascend. After awhile, comes the
snow, that's waiting around the
bend! Fresh fallen snow, I agree
is a beautiful, sight to see! But
after a few days, it gets dirty as
can be! Then the snow, will fall
again, piling it real high. It's nice
to watch it falling, as you look up,
in the sky! As you know this occurs,
so often and it's not a menial task.
Why, you say, I thought you'd never
ask. Think how much hits the ground,
on any given day. Now, if you own
property, you're the one, who has to
shovel it, away. You work real hard
to get it done and finally, you've got
it clean. But it's not going to stay
that way for long, as more will fall in
between! That's the dilemma of
winter, besides it being, as cold as
could be. That's when thoughts, turn
to summer and the warm air and the
cool sea!
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